This is a song about "My will"

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

My pride will forever be intact,

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

My bullet will get stuck in your mouth

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

It will be my saving grace of repetition

There might not be a single friend that's in my (freaking) will

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

And if i dont do it then my niggas will

My team supreme the name will always ring,

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

I'm so tired, my will is weak like

And you're, approaching me right